A wish upon a falling star

Chapter 2 : Abel

I came all the way to city to see my best friend who is working in an art gallery. People seem calm on the train. I took a paper and a pen out of my bagpack. I looked around. A lady in mid 30s is sitting with her baby right infront of me. I am sure that she is a mother by the kind of fondness she have in her eyes for that baby. The boy sitting next to me was watching me draw.

"Do you like drawing?" He asked me.

"Yes I do. But I am more into painting. What about you?"

"Same here. I like to paint."

"What kind of paintings you make?"

"Hmm..cats, dogs, trees and mountains. Ha houses as well."

By the time he was talking to me, I finished my sketch. I asked the boy.

"Would you like to give this sketch to that lady sitting infront of us?"

"Sure"

He was glad that I asked. He gave it to her and told something in her ear. Then she looked at me and smiled. Her mouth said Thank you without any sound. I felt a feeling that I can't put in into words. I am living for this moment. These tiny little moments of satisfaction. That is why I love painting.

Whenere I took my brush and mix colours in the palette, I go to some other world. Then I create magic in the canvas. With lots of love and imagination and passion. I call my artworks "Masterpiece". Because everything that came out of my mind is giving birth to new life.

I believe in other people as well. The immaculate talent people have in different forms is just too amazing not to notice. I really appreciate every human being on this planet.

I went straight to the Art Gallery. It was huge and marvellous. There is already an exhibition going on. I walked down to the main hall where they kept paintings of great artists around the world. I observed every detail in each painting. The strokes. The colours. The theme. The minute corrections and lines. I was savouring the moment while Rick patted me on my back.

"Hey Rick"

"Well, you lost it again, right?"

I nodded my head. "Oh man, how could I resist such beauties?"

"Come here Mr. Maestro. Let me introduce my uncle Steve. He is the one who conducted this exhibition today. He is super interested in arts and music. But not an artist though. He encourage young artists to come to the surface. To be honest he is the reason why I got job here. He would take me to museums and exhibitions when I was younger. So eventually I got interest in it. Unfortunately I have no talent in arts at all."

I was listening to him while walking towards his uncle. My hands were shaking. I don't know if I am ready for this. To take this big step. I don't know if I am worth it. But I am going to take a step forward. I said to myself

"Gather all your courage Abel, this is that moment. The one you always dreamed about. Let destiny decide your future. But for God sake don't panic. You'll be alright."

My face and ears had turned red. His uncle is facing towards me. Oh God..He is looking at me.

"Hello Steve, I'm Abel. Rick's friend"

"Nice to meet you Abel. Rick had told me everything. So you paint, right?

"Yes uncle and I would like to exhibit my paintings here someday but I am not sure if it is worth it. I would really appreciate it, if you could come and see some of my works."

Steve was smiling all the time. He told me.

"Sure Abel. I would love to. I'll take your number from Rick and after this I'll call you. Let me see what I can do to help you."

"Thank you so much uncle"

He went back to his people. I couldn't control my happiness while saying goodbye to Rick. He was happy too. He is my only friend by the way.

This street never felt so lively before. Is it because I've never looked around properly? Or is it because of my immense happiness? Sometimes I have thoughts like this. Why is the purpose of my life even I couldn't find happiness around? If happiness is not the sole purpose of life, then what else it could be? I am born like this. That too in this beautiful place. Is it a crime to live without an aim like others? Like to be a millionaire. Or to buy an expensive car? Nah nah..This is not the right time. Let's think about it in some other time.

I walked into a cafe nearby to the Art Gallery. Customers were less. But I like the atmosphere in here. Calm and quite. Jazz playing in the background. Flowers everywhere. Perfect place to do my work.

I was looking around. Suddenly a girl came infront of me. Her brown eyes shined in the sunlight.

"May I help you sir?"

I looked down at her name tag "VIOLET"

I like that name. Reminds me of the sky. I still don't know the reason, but somehow violet reminds me of the sky.

I replied "Yeah, I need a space to sit and work peacefully."

"What kind of work are you doing?"

"I am an artist"

She took a minute to think.

"Follow me Sir"

I followed her to the upstairs. She took me to the table at the balcony. There is only one table in the balcony. I can see the Art Gallery from here.

"Perfect. Thank you so much."

"Pleasure is always mine sir. Would you like to order something sir?"

"One iced latte please." I smiled at her.

"Sure Sir"

I turned around to look at the sourrounding. This street has such a beauty. I mean all the time. One big tree is there with some kind of fruit in it. Childrens were playing under the tree. Some took their dogs for a walking. Lot of plants and flowers on the side of the road. I cannot miss this chance. So I took a paper and drew the exact things I saw. I gave it to Violet while she came upstairs with my Iced latte.

Life is not always boring as it seems. Somedays I used to struggle to find meaning in the life I'm living right now. Somedays like these, everything falls into the right place. Time is everything. But the truth is we have to give some time to time. That is how it works.